Mirror Mirror on the wall
you never pry but have seen it all
compassion through despair
What you see’s not what you get
the mould is flexible never set
though reluctant to share
We all appear in the game
none of life journeys being the same
some tread with measured care
Viewing now holds no regret
what you reflect is no veiled threat
no turmoil lurking there
Mirror Mirror on the wall,
what if who you see’s not me at all
just the disguise I wear?
The mirror — both truth and lies.. so much things underneath (and do we really always see ourselves truthfully)…
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G’day Bjorn,
Probably not, but then again do we really try. Thank you for your visit
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